This recording is a jumpin' and ought to put a smile on your face. I feel the old weathered floorboards give way to my feet and weight as the band sits in the corner blowin' across the dance floor.
There are some rought lookin' dudes standing at the bar but some fine looking ladies in bright print dresses scopin' the room out. And there is cigar and cigarette smoke, and spilled beer and cheap wine, but Rita is bringing out some ham sandwiches as big as your head with rough cuts of buttered bread. Oh what a night.